My Menopause Blog

We were well out into the channel when my bladder indicated that no shore would be close enough for the type of ‘release’ I as an adult woman preferred to experience. Leaning forward and sucking in my innards no longer helped. Sitting on my heel was not a real option thanks to the bashing waves […]

Continuing on with the ‘free to pee’ series of posts for the bladder challenged among you, I bring you to the roadside edition.

On the road peeing is an art form for women. Here is an example of a pit stop that allows almost complete privacy. Unless there’s a guy in the ditch with a camera that waits until you’re in full stream before clicking a picture. But even then, as you can clearly see, nothing, not even my embarrassment, is visible.

Prior to embracing the wilderness camp life, I could pee out of doors provided it was dark, I had tissue and the washroom was too far away or lined up. Another words under the right conditions my bladder had an out so to speak.

Continuing on the subject, ‘Badder Bladders’ my meno-pal Ellie offered a lovely example of ‘peeing ones pants’ in her latest blog post.

Ellie and I are of the Peri-Tribe, perhaps separated at birth and only now finding each other through the blogosphere. The joys of menopause have brought us together. Our bladders are cementing the deal.